Chapter 1

Max Dorsey never imagined he’d wake up under a woman in a woman’s bed. Brielle snagged his collar and planted a wet kiss on his neck, ensuring she left a telling mark before releasing him.

“Morning, Uncle Max.”

After the greeting, she leaned in for a passionate good morning kiss on his lips.

Max’s hair was a tousled mess, his hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly, and he chuckled, his hand playfully squeezing her neck. “Brielle, you’re quite bold.”

Taking him for a ride, she certainly was bold.

His grip tightened.

Brielle’s face turned a deep shade of red as she flashed him a charming, breathless smile, “Life is too short, better make every moment count, right?”

Max paused, a frosty glint in his eyes as he let her go and reached for his clothes.

“Uncle Max, where are you off to now?”

attractive. Even a casual glance sent shivers down one’s spine. “Off to pick out a plot for you in the cemetery.

away sheepishly, “You’re really

black rosary bracelet giving him an otherworldly air. He was the

his eyes. His wrist bones were tense, and his

It looks like you want to preserve my whole body. Should I say

I

of ruthlessness surged in his eyes. His long

stunning in Beaconsfield. Describing her as breathtaking wouldn’t be an exaggeration, but she was vain, pretentious, and pompous, the type of woman he despised

want to remain

are generous

a flamboyant beauty, rather a delicate and soft air, her expressions softening her features just

eyes receding, but his grip on her grew firmer. He tormented her until she winced in pain, his other hand tracing down

against her skin made her tense up. He wasn’t flirting: he was appraising her like an item for

“Can’t Spencer satisfy you?”

Brielle’s

had been caught in bed with her best friend, and

What a delightful game!

mean, Uncle Max? I assure you, there’s nothing untoward between your nephew

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